Chapter 390

"The Star-Absorbing Great Art, which once shook the Great Ming martial world—how many people were terrified at the mere mention of it?"

"I'm afraid that if she so much as got wind of such thoughts from you, countless figures from the Mo Sect and Xie Sect would grind you into dust."

"..."

As the images of the two women kept shifting their expressions, a languid sound of the qin drifted over.

Countless gazes grew hotter and hotter, gazing at the two women with drooling greed.

Only most of those on the bottom rungs of the martial world dared to look at Sun Xiuqing—after all, she was just a Mount Emei female disciple, and stealing a glance or two wouldn't cause any trouble.

As for Ren Yingying, though she was far inferior compared to the top powers of Wu Lin,

the Mo Sect's fearsome reputation was, within the Great Ming Realm, a resounding banner after all.

Although Ren Yingying looked even better by half a measure, only a very few of the powerful and influential would spare her more than a glance.

For instance, atop that lofty peak, a graceful, breathtakingly beautiful figure in white as pure as snow.

"Two more targets. This Ren Yingying should be able to curry a bit of favor with the Great Dragon Leader, I suppose."

On another side, south of Great Sui, a grand palace had abruptly appeared atop the mountain ridge.

Above the Gongdianzheng Sect, three ancient, austere great characters stood out prominently—these characters were ancient and profound, utterly unlike the script of any current faction.

Yet the countless gathered martial artists, with but a single glance, could recognize the three great characters "Battle God Palace."

"Too miraculous! What characters are these? Just one glance and I can read them, yet I clearly don't know these three characters!"

"Ignorant and ill-informed, aren't you?"

"A martial Dao powerhouse can fuse their own martial Dao will into all things under heaven, and naturally into these characters as well."

"Though these three characters are ancient, profound, and unrecognizable to anyone, the boundless martial Dao will contained within them is absolutely real."

"This martial Dao will is overwhelmingly powerful—even after a thousand years, it can still remain. One can imagine what Xiao Jingtian level of strength the master who left these three characters possessed."

"Could it be... this is Immortal Guangchengzi?"

"Huh? Immortal Guangchengzi?"

For a moment, countless martial artists turned to look at one another in succession.

The legends of Battle God Palace were already a closely guarded secret of Wu Lin—rumor had it that even a mere mortal, upon entering Battle God Palace, would emerge as a Land Immortal.

Then what of Land Immortals, and those of even higher realms?

Moreover, they hadn't even entered Battle God Palace yet, yet these three great characters alone were震慑ing them—countless martial artists couldn't help but feel their hearts blaze.

What a pity, the opportunities within Battle God Palace were limited.

"It is said that each time Battle God Palace opens, once the Gu Jinzhi vanishes, only a small portion can enter."

"Then..."

For a moment, the martial artists standing outside Battle God Palace looked at those around them with unfriendly eyes.

"Common folk, stand aside. The Great Tang Yulin Guard has arrived."

One then saw a pair of knights in golden helmets and Jin Jia charging over from afar.

The martial artists along the way scrambled to get out of the way, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

The Yulin Guard was the Great Tang's imperial guard—each and every one of them possessed at minimum a Heaven-Born level cultivation.

When gathered together, they could execute numerous military formation transformations, with coordinated advance-and-attack arrays—even ordinary Land Immortals would not dare ignore them.

Moreover, the Yulin Guard represented the Great Tang imperial house.

Those who dared block the Yulin Guard's path, apart from the other two great imperial courts and the World Society, were probably only the unfathomable Qinglong Society!

The dark mass of martial artists before Battle God Palace were furious but did not dare speak out, able only to scramble fearfully out of the way.

The Yulin Guard, arrogant and domineering, galloped to the front of Battle God Palace in the blink of an eye, directly cordoning off the vast area before the palace.

Within their circle, a burly figure clad entirely in blue and wearing a ghost mask stared intently at Battle God Palace before him.

"As long as I obtain Battle God Palace, I can... hehe... confess my feelings!"

If other martial artists could hear his inner thoughts, they would surely complain endlessly.

So a place that lets one ascend boundlessly, with infinite possibilities—Battle God Palace, left behind by Immortal Master Guangchengzi—is just for confessing feelings?

Corpses Hanba, Ancestor of Corpses, are you that starved for love?

A堂堂 peak Heaven-Human realm expert, ranked thirty-second on the Heavenly Dao Nine Provinces Combat Power Ceiling List—such an absolute powerhouse, and this is all the ambition you have?

"Corpses Hanba, Ancestor of Corpses, does your Great Tang intend to hog this place all for yourselves?"

Just as the crowd of martial artists dared be angry but not speak out, the Yulin Guard cleared the field, and Corpses Hanba stared dumbly at Battle God Palace in a daze—

in the distant void, four great monks—one small and three large—suddenly appeared!

They were precisely the honored供奉 of the Great Yuan Imperial Court: Living Buddha Lotus, and the three monks Long Xiang, Monk Naomo, and Monk Huanxi.

The speaker was precisely Long Xiang.

"What? You have objections?"

Long before the four great monks appeared, Corpses Hanba had already sensed them.

He placed his hands behind his back, in a stance that said the moment words failed, a fight would break out.

Corpses Hanba's nickname was "A Thousand Miles of Scorched Earth"!

Simply because when he did strike, a thousand li in every direction would become scorched earth, where not a blade of grass grew.

Seeing his movements now, the martial artists who knew his reputation turned deathly pale one after another, all wanting to retreat at once.

Even the four—including Living Buddha Lotus—had their faces twitch slightly.

230—The Three Great Imperial Courts Join Hands, The Wrath of All!

"Wind!"

Just at this moment, another column of troops in black clothes and black armor came from the horizon.

This column of troops resembled a black dragon—though they all marched on foot, when they called out their slogans, their steps were crisp and uniform.

Clearly, when the first "wind" sounded, they were still far beyond the horizon.

But by the time anyone reacted, they had already shoved the Wu Lin cultivators sprawling aside and rolled right up before the golden-helmeted, golden-armored Imperial Feather Forest Guards.

"Qin Ruishi?"

Every face changed color; the Imperial Feather Forest Guards in particular treated it as a major threat, gathering together and forming a military formation.

Bending at the waist and controlling their backs, the entire formation took shape in an instant, poised to strike.

The Qin Ruishi, on the other hand, stood utterly still — the moment they reached the War God Palace, they froze like clay statues.

The one leading them, however, was a General, together with a black-robed scholar.

"Corpses Hanba! It's been many years — still want to cross swords with this General?"

"'Butcher of Men' Bai Qi!"

Even fierce as Corpses Hanba was, seeing this General in white robes and white armor, looking every inch a scholar, his pupils still contracted.

"Amitabha. I never expected Lay Brother Wei to leave Shang land and enjoy his blessings — and yet here you are too!"

Living Buddha Lianhua Sheng did not bother with Bai Qi at all, but instead put his palms together in greeting toward that black-robed scholar.

"Hasn't the Living Buddha arrived as well?"

The newcomer was none other than one of the Great Qin Protectorate's enshrined供奉 — Shang Yang, the key meritorious official behind Great Qin's rise!

"Good! Since Lay Brother Wei is here, how about we join forces this time — and throw in Great Tang as well — and split this 'War God Palace' between us?"

Though Living Buddha Lianhua Sheng had the appearance of a child, he spoke with the gravity of an old hand, and in the blink of an eye had decided how to carve up the War God Palace.

"You must understand that now the Nine Provinces are not just our three great dynasties. If we wait for the Yunzhou Sect, or even that unfathomably mysterious 'Qinglong Society' to arrive…"

This sentence, however, Living Buddha Lianhua Sheng transmitted directly to Shang Yang and Bai Qi through spiritual force.

Sound transmission and secret messaging were nothing rare in the Wu Lin, but of course their confidentiality was far inferior to Living Buddha Lianhua Sheng's signature trick.

Saying this in private was still something everyone could accept.

But if it were said out loud, wouldn't that be saying Great Yuan feared the Qinglong Society?

Would Great Yuan still have any face left?

Would the Great Yuan Khan still have any face left?

How would I, Lianhua Sheng, go on mixing in these circles?

"Good!"

Shang Yang gave it a brief thought, then agreed.

Last time the three sides had fought endlessly over the Immortality Spring outside Dali's Eternal Spring Valley.

But in the end all they got was a hardcover copy of "Jin Ping Mei" and a mouthful of switched-out, stinking spring water.

Thinking about it, it was both a waste of time and beneath their dignity.